Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I above the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a hoodie and hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
I'ma 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you back
To the black a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
it back to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
amount to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to attack me, a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the finer in the mind of the rhyme
about impossible to find
What a disgrace to the of wack mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've been given the
'cause that just the way we've been
And in the essence, survive and its easy
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy into fantasy world
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't understand breast that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one motherfucker
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, this
I thought we already the wackness
Presented in the jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole
We just one stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin
Not over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, loading up
It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the
As we from the top we go to the very bottom
Of a myserious -- a very mysterious place
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't even try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's
covered with the lyrics that
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and
Still the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a sliver roach, you
That type shit, and then watch me this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I do no more, I'd be like
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you to play my record on the way to the vapor